"That's a pleasant thing to say."
Their shoulders were in contact; she was laughing without a sound.
"At times," she said, "you are almost what young girls call cunning!"
"By heavens!" he began indignantly, but she stilled his jerk of resentment with a quick pressure.
"Lie still! For goodness' sake don't make the leaves rustle, silly! If there's a flock of turkeys in any of those cypress tops, you may be sure that every separate bird is now looking straight in our direction.... I won't torment you any more; I dare not. Little Tiger turned around; did you notice? He'd probably like to scalp us both."
But the Indian had resumed his motionless study of the darkness, squatted on his haunches as immobile as a dead stump.
Hamil whispered: "Such a chance to make love to you! You dare not move. And you deserve it for tormenting me."
"If you did such a thing—"
"Yes?"
"Such a thing as that—"